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[August 21, 2008][Original] A Ring and Curiosity
Title: A Ring and Curiosity
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2008 "These hands made of splinters"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Flore, Duskany, Garland
Rating: PG
"Oh, this is terrible!" Flore gasped, wringing her tiny hands as she stepped cautiously through the grass. Soon the sun would disappear behind the hills and it would be impossible to find the ring she had dropped. She would have to come back the next day...but it was so inauspicious to be spending so many hours in a deserted cemetery.
"It has to be somewhere around here!" Flore insisted, dropping to her knees beside the grave she had come to visit. She felt through the blades of grass, hoping that if she couldn't see it, perhaps she would touch it. After nearly an hour of fruitless searching, Flore's face was hot with frustration and she was barely holding back tears. What terrible luck she had! What would her grandmother have thought to learn that she had lost her ring- a family heirloom- on the day she brought flowers to her grandmother's grave!
"Excuse me," said a small and slightly paunchy man, "Are you looking for this?" The gold ring, studded with tiny emeralds, sparkled in his hand. His taller, gawky companion smiled as a wave of relief and gratitude washed over her face. The man who had recovered the ring had been smiling from the beginning.
Flore rose and rushed to reclaim her treasure. "Thank you so much! Thank you! I was beginning to lose hope," she gushed.
"'Twasn't any trouble at all," Duskany bowed gallantly. Garland bowed mechanically along with his friend.
"It's strange," Flore observed, placing the ring back on her finger, "I didn't know anyone else was here. It seems there are hardly any visitors of to this place."
"Well," Duskany shrugged nonchalantly, "Garland and I are trying to go just about everywhere on the continent, so why not here? Besides, I heard a rumor that Jin Rembrandt's buried in this area and I wanted to see if there was any truth to the rumors that say black, poisonous toadstools grow out of the ground above his corpse."
"That's a terrible story!" Flore grimaced. Sure, that Jin fellow had upset the whole region during his lifetime, but for legends of that sort to circulate to other nations across the sea... It honestly seemed a bit much.
"Look, Duskany," Garland called in his soft, airy voice. He had wandered over to a stone marked, "Jin Rembrandt. May he be granted the peace in death he lacked in life."
As far as they could tell in the fading light, there was not a toadstool to be seen. Satisfied, Duskany turned to Flore. "Can we walk you home, Miss?"
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2008 "These hands made of splinters"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Flore, Duskany, Garland
Rating: PG
"Oh, this is terrible!" Flore gasped, wringing her tiny hands as she stepped cautiously through the grass. Soon the sun would disappear behind the hills and it would be impossible to find the ring she had dropped. She would have to come back the next day...but it was so inauspicious to be spending so many hours in a deserted cemetery.
"It has to be somewhere around here!" Flore insisted, dropping to her knees beside the grave she had come to visit. She felt through the blades of grass, hoping that if she couldn't see it, perhaps she would touch it. After nearly an hour of fruitless searching, Flore's face was hot with frustration and she was barely holding back tears. What terrible luck she had! What would her grandmother have thought to learn that she had lost her ring- a family heirloom- on the day she brought flowers to her grandmother's grave!
"Excuse me," said a small and slightly paunchy man, "Are you looking for this?" The gold ring, studded with tiny emeralds, sparkled in his hand. His taller, gawky companion smiled as a wave of relief and gratitude washed over her face. The man who had recovered the ring had been smiling from the beginning.
Flore rose and rushed to reclaim her treasure. "Thank you so much! Thank you! I was beginning to lose hope," she gushed.
"'Twasn't any trouble at all," Duskany bowed gallantly. Garland bowed mechanically along with his friend.
"It's strange," Flore observed, placing the ring back on her finger, "I didn't know anyone else was here. It seems there are hardly any visitors of to this place."
"Well," Duskany shrugged nonchalantly, "Garland and I are trying to go just about everywhere on the continent, so why not here? Besides, I heard a rumor that Jin Rembrandt's buried in this area and I wanted to see if there was any truth to the rumors that say black, poisonous toadstools grow out of the ground above his corpse."
"That's a terrible story!" Flore grimaced. Sure, that Jin fellow had upset the whole region during his lifetime, but for legends of that sort to circulate to other nations across the sea... It honestly seemed a bit much.
"Look, Duskany," Garland called in his soft, airy voice. He had wandered over to a stone marked, "Jin Rembrandt. May he be granted the peace in death he lacked in life."
As far as they could tell in the fading light, there was not a toadstool to be seen. Satisfied, Duskany turned to Flore. "Can we walk you home, Miss?"